[ Once she's finished tilling her patch of earth, Momo sits back on her heels and wipes her brow with one hand-- inadvertently smearing dirt across her forehead a bit. ]

Well...? [ Her turn to pause and try to put her thoughts to words. ]

I suppose, it's easier for me to throw myself fully into the problem of what I'm supposed to be doing, how I can be helping the effort to stop the calamity that brought us all here... Than it would be to sit and worry about the implications of everything.

[ At night, when she's lying alone in bed, she does think about everyone back home, frozen in time, in danger of collapse, and worry whether everything will turn out alright. This whole thing is just... existentially bigger than anything she's ever dealt with or thought about dealing with. But, at the end of the day, if she allows herself to descend fully into that anxiety spiral, then she'll be of no use to anyone. And she couldn't bear to live with that.

So she puts on a smile, and shrugs lightly. ]

I'm a hero! It's what I do.